Today, they almost had me. I felt myself being sucked in once again, unable to resist the siren song of the networks, pundits, talk shows and politicians. I had my phone up to my ear, eagerly awaiting an answer on the White House comment line, to no avail. A recorded voice informed me that due to the government shutdown, the phones would not be answered. I always look for the upside of any situation and found one today, no one to talk to about the current government shut down, impending fiscal crisis and toppling of the global community’s monetary system. Because, frankly, that would have been a waste of my time and time is a precious commodity for a person like me, with a progressive incurable condition. I need to spend my days wisely, savoring the good times and doing what I can to leave this place a little better than I found it.
Whoa! That sounds pretty cynical, coming from a left of left liberal, but to me, it’s simply realistic. Our government, from top to bottom, is in the pockets of Wall Street and corporate interests. It is long past the point when the common man even figured into the equation. It’s all about profit and money, of course. And it’s pointless for me to shout at an entity that will never listen. It’s a bit like Don Quixote, fighting an imaginary foe, tilting at windmills.
Lest you think I have lost touch with reality or sunk into a deep depression, you couldn’t be farther from the truth. I am, instead, striving to direct my energy toward situations where I can actually make a difference in someone’s life, hopefully making it just a little easier or more comfortable. I long for the past, when there was a sense of community and responsibility for the well -being of the entire group, not just the fortunate few at the top, a give and take, share what you have state of mind.
So instead of calling Washington, I think I’ll go to the discount groceries tomorrow, buy some food and donate it to my local food pantry. There was a staggering number of hungry working poor in this country before the government shutdown and now, without federal food programs like WIC providing basic staples to women and children, food giveaway programs will be stretched far beyond their limits.
I can’t save the world, but I can give someone a hand up in tough times, share what I have and give when I’m able. It just feels right and just, a whole lot better than shouting at clouds.